There are no windows in my room
The Steel touches me every time I move
And the air smells of unknowns
That I have got used to
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Did I ask why
Saddled within, somewhat wasted
Like a footprint absorbed
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I was filling from coffers to pallets
Spilling them
Like a slur in a legato
That had no rite of passage
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It pitched and rolled,
The summers of warm water
Deep salty wind, from sandy lands
Teaching a restraint too many
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The movement with the A Minor
The long and short chords, the Maestro
Searching for the third or the fifth
Augmented or diminished, would eventually
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Why am I on this grass
as if to remind
why the blue should fill up the pool
so that water loses
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Even the brightest must move, to the absence of light
That they bemoan, the turbulence of a vision holds;
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No darkness can be deep
As on the roads, the alleys where children play
The gutters by the side,
Dust settled on them and the stench curbed
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I am here in these ruins
Among the steps and wallows of the kings
Where valleys were born out of mocking hills
Tardy winds took sands from the west
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